Today is one of those days when everything is at its most simple.
It is the small things in life that make the biggest impact and I’m a firm believer in appreciating the little things. For as much as I can get frustrated sometimes, it’s usually because of things that get complicated or complex. Don’t get me wrong – there are some problems in life that need critical thinking in order to solve. My life is not one of them, which is why I chose the profession that I did.
I could have become a lawyer and practiced law every day and I’m sure that it would have been completely fulfilling. Sometimes I daydream about the choice I could have made. But, I’m very fortunate to have the life I lead. It’s quiet, solitary, and unspeakably easy. As a general rule, I like to keep it simple, understated, and undemanding.
I don’t live an outrageous life. I’m too old for that stuff anymore. There was a time when I lived my life in fast-forward. It was exhausting. I had my fun while I was young and I don’t regret much. It was fun while it lasted.
As I grow older, I realize that slowing down is exactly what I need in life. Now, I prefer the simple life, a succession of little things that mean a lot to me. A walk to the park, a delicious salad, and watching a baby bird in my yard that is trying to fly for the first time.
‘Tis my life – and I’m grateful every day that I have what I do. Many people would give up a lot to have my life. That fact alone is enough for me to appreciate what I have.
Writer’s remorse is real. I am proof.
I just finished some very important writing and now I’ve been sitting here on my deck with my computer closed on my lap for over twenty minutes. Yes, twenty minutes.
I keep going over and over in my head all the things I may have done wrong and, because I hit the SEND button, there’s no way I can go back and change it now.
My stomach is in knots, my body won’t stop quivering, and I’m completely on edge because I believe that this is the second most important writing I’ve ever done, next to my university entrance exam.
I’ve never been good at much – I’m a good friend, a good mother, and an intellectual thinker – but, when it comes to things that I WANT to be good at, my passion rises and my heart leaps into my throat. Thus is my writing life. They say, when you’re a writer, you need a thick skin. I’m sitting here wondering when my thick skin will begin to form.
I can be a friend and make people feel at ease. I am a good mother when my son and I learn life lessons together. I’m a deep thinker and I have my own beliefs. But when it comes to my writing, I’m afraid I’ll never feel good enough even though I strive to be. I think a part of me will always feel that way.
For now, I’m going to relax in a tub of massive bubbles and hope that the insecurities about my wiring will be washed away.
I found this on social media a while ago and I had to include it in this update. It’s a lesson that is hard to learn – quieting the mind in order to find answers. But, once mastered, it is an invaluable tool.
It’s a double edged sword at times because, for me, sometimes the answers to life’s questions frighten me. As they say, sometimes ignorance is bliss. I may not always get the answers I want, but it is the journey to which I find what is right.
Paradoxically, the stillness of mind creates an other-worldliness that can open you up to other possibilities as well. It is the synergy between mind and body that is produced when we empty ourselves of all influences. This is where creativity and peace lay – in the deepest recesses of our being.
Through yoga and meditation, this is where I go to find my true self.
After spending a week in an area where the average daily temperature was 33c (91f), coming home to 13c (55f) felt like a shock to the system. I walked off the plane, onto the Tarmac, and instantly my body broke out into goosebumps. And I haven’t been able to get rid of them yet!
I didn’t think I’d get a chance to wear the new sweaters I bought but I was mistaken. I’ve worn all my new sweaters as well as some of my old ones too.
For today, I’m going to get cozy in my fav chair, drink liters of hot coffee, and cuddle under my favourite blanket while reading a good book.
If I’m really motivated, I may even try to get some writing done – but that depends on how cold my fingertips are!
This would be one of those reasons why half the world assumes it’s always winter in Canada – it’s still so very cold in summer.
Off to the coffee maker, I go!
So we wandered around the zoo, had something quick to eat, and saw an array of amazing animals while snapping as many pictures as possible. My son particularly liked the snakes – why, I don’t know. They are one of two animals that I’m deathly afraid of and my son seemed to gravitate towards their goosebump-inducing aquariums. Ick.
As we rounded the corner towards the rhinoceros and zebras, my sister announced the surprise – the zookeepers were taking us behind the scenes to feed the giraffes!
As my son stared at the graceful creatures from the fence line, a smile crept across his face at the prospect of being able to touch the cute baby giraffe.
We were taken behind the zookeeper’s gates and my son was handed a branch of leaves. Within seconds, the giraffes were leaning over the barricade for some lunch.
They were cautious at first, both the baby giraffe and my son, until they got into their own groove during the feeding.
Lil Man chuckled as the giraffe pulled the leaves off the branches. I think they became fast friends. And as a final thank you, the baby leaned down towards my son one last time after I snapped this adorable picture of the massive animal who had won our hearts.
I want to say a huge thank you to the staff at the Philadelphia Zoo who helped us to gain such a wonderful experience that we will never forget. It was a thoroughly enjoyable day and my son fell asleep with a smile on his face that night.
Today was…hot! With the sun beating down on our shoulders, the fam and I made our way through the maze that is the Philadelphia Zoo. But it was so cool seeing the look on my son’s face when he saw some of his favourite animals.
I’m a lover of butterflies and this beauty, the Zebra Striped butterfly, was waiting against the glass for me to take a picture.
And then there was this crocodile that scared the crap out of me because I didn’t see it at first. It took all I had to suppress an “EEP!” when I did lay eyes on it though.
The aggressive confidence in the lion’s cage was unmistakable. It was clear that we were the visitors and they were the residents. Elegant and majestic, they overlooked the sightseers and visitors from high above in their cages.
Flamingos have always looked more of an orange colour in my opinion, but, regardless of their colours, they are just as graceful.
The rich blues of this peacock was the only thing that made me notice it among the trees because it remained ramrod straight just as we walked past.
I’ve never been a big fan of birds. I’ve always only considered them annoying things that fly overhead and poop on all my patio furniture. But there’s something about the bald eagle that demands attention.
It was a day full of fun that started way too early, but I’m still glad we had the chance to see so many amazing and beautiful animals. But it didn’t end there. No, there was one more surprise that my family had in store for us. Pictures included in my next write up. Stay tuned!
Sis and I fought like cats and dogs when we were younger. Given that we’re over six years apart in age, we didn’t have a lot in common while growing up.
But a funny thing happens as you get older – you realize that you’ve always had a best friend. And we truly are best friends. I remember her phone calls from university when she was stressed out and I remember her sticking up for me when I went through a tough time. She truly has proven herself to be the best friend I’ve ever had.
So when we get a rare chance for some sister bonding, we celebrate it by doing one of the things we’re great at – shopping! And shop we did. We seem to have similar tastes and it clearly shows because she always takes me to the best shops in her area. We hopped from store to store for over six hours today and ended with a late lunch at a quaint little Italian bistro that she loves. Bellinis and caprese salads topped off our shopping day.
I may not spend a lot of time with my best friend but it’s all about quality, not quantity.